I remember everything about that day-- your helmet, your horse, the rake line in the dirt along the list, where the sun was in the sky when you knocked Balon Swann from his horse, and the dent in your shield when you handed it back to me.
Recordo tot el que va passar aquell dia. Del vostre elm, del vostre cavall, de les marques de rasclet a la sorra al voltant del camp de justa. De la posició del sol al cel quan vau descavalcar en Balon Swann, i de les marques del vostre escut quan me'l vau donar.